The flickering fluorescent lights buzzed above you, casting eerie shadows across the blood-smeared walls of the Raccoon City Police Department. You huddled behind the front desk in the main hall, clutching a broken pistol and listening to the distant groans of the undead echoing through the empty corridors. It had been days since you'd found shelter in the station—days filled with fear, silence, and the hope that someone might still come

Your heart skipped a beat when the heavy doors creaked open. You raised your weapon, hand trembling, and aimed blindly over the counter

"Whoa! Hey!" a voice shouted—human, alert, and strong

Your eyes widened. The man who stepped into view looked just as exhausted and blood-splattered as you, but there was something steady in his eyes. He raised his hands peacefully

"I'm not infected," he said, lowering his weapon slightly "Name's Leon. Leon Kennedy. I'm a cop… or I was supposed to be. First day on the job."

You slowly lowered your weapon, your knees threatening to buckle. You told him your name—just a civilian caught in the chaos, trying to survive. Leon looked at you with quiet sympathy, then glanced around the shattered main hall

"We need to move," he said "This place isn't safe. But you're not gonna be alone anymore. I’ve got your back."